Dream Dream Dream

I have a lot of dreams that usually feature me not being able to dial a phone properly. It's always Kylie I'm trying to call because, in my reacurring dream, we've never met up or gone out. My brother is usually the one that says: "You should give that girl a call"
This dream, or the variation of it, plays out a least once a week. I have no idea what this means but maybe I'm not supposed to.

SAVE THE CHARLOTTE!!

http://petitions.number10.gov.uk/savethecharlotte/

Note so self: Stop getting so excited.

Jibber Jabbery Post

I love my fridays off. Today, I played Dead Space on the XBOX with my good friend (and mild man crush) Aaron whilst drinking orange coffee. It was a reminder of when we used to live together in the worlds strangest house with the worlds most needy and violent cat. He's a good egg is the Heffman and it's always fun to see him. After that I got myself a much needed hair cut and my regular hair guy thought I was gay. I have a vibe apparently. Flattering really because I'd hate for anyone to think I was a louty laddy type. That would be awful, wouldn't it?
This week was the best in a while thanks to a fun filled night with my good friend Paul who took me to the TNA wrestling show. We had a really good time and, although I get mocked for being into wrestling, I'd happily go again. Kylie says that she likes the fact that I like wrestling rather than football. I suppose I should be happy that I'm not a louty laddy type because if I was, I would never have met Kylie. I also had good, modern thinking parents who either surrounded themselves with rock stars (Mom) or lived like one (My Dad and his bands). Some of my Dad's tales of touring would make for a great little film. Very surreal. I'm feeling good lately. I didn't keep to my resolution of not drinking but I've not got massively drunk since the new year, just a few drinks to lighten up at the weekend.
I'm currently listening to some Bobby Darin while I write. It spurs the writing on. Then, it's off to the rock bar in town to sit on the throne, drink a bit and listen to some guitar music with my friend Allan. His band, Science Vs Romance are very good.

Yesterday was supposed to be 'Blue Monday' the day everyone in the U.K is supposed to feel the post-festive blues thanks to debt etc. My ex-landlord managed to 'pinch' £170 from us. No justice, none at all. Guess the Urban Outfitters shopping spree will have to wait for a while.

This Freakend I...

..managed to get a heap of much needed writing done, take my brother out for drinks that included us making friends along the way, Wizard Of Oz-style, getting complemented on my knowledge of 'Prog Rock and Metal', managing to 'out gay' our local gay bar with conversation alone, go to the light bar for the first time in ages, visit Niece and nephew and manage to play the good Uncle despite the hangover and churny guts (it was a holiday from my resolution), unfortunatly the lovely samosa made an unwanted 're-visit' in my brothers house, become addicted to (and inspired by) 'The Office: An American Workplace' (Better than the original series), write Ryan and Kyle full episodes that I'd like to get made, watch and enjoy 'Role Models' and inherit some music from my Dad.

Hobby Horse

I'm looking forward to this freakend more than any other freakend of recent weeks. I plan to combine the time with much-needed writing, Xbox sessions with Aaron, cheer-up drinking with my under-the-weather brother and other antics.
I don't work fridays thanks to my kind-hearted boss giving me that day off to write and "get the other thing sorted". It's good that he encourages this because, in the past, my nine-to-five slave masters have tried to crush the hobby like a multi-coloured bug. The fools! Thanks to not having to get up tomorrow, I can do my time-honoured 'writing until stupid o'clock' method. This seems to work well for me as the more bonkers ideas come forth. It might seem like I'm writing all this for no real reason and you'd be HALF right (in a way). At the moment however, people are actually waiting on me. I've tried to keep myself busy with projects either by helping people or writing things for people to film. It's a nice feeling akin to how people must feel about sports. It's also nice to be wanted and appreciated. It feeds the ego that will eventually leave me with a God complex or cause me to join a cult that believes in robots, space ships and crap sci-fi writers. I'll leave that to The Cruiser. I wonder how bent that guys soul is...Hmm...

Nice..

I'm looking forward to life getting back to normal. Kylie and I are starting to settle into the new flat after THE MOST STRESSFUL MOVE EVER and get back to smiling, playing games and having fun. Despite a lack of cash from the hectic Christmas period, we'll still be able to enjoy ourselves.
It would be great if other people (and by that I mean my idiot former land lord) didn't invade our mental space. Our former land lord is a total tool. We had to move over Christmas because he lost the flat due to not paying the mortgage. We were advised to leave as quick as we could by our letting agency. Now, three days after we left the flat, he wants to keep the place and he wants us to give it another clean despite the fact that we left it ship shape. Basically, he wants us to do him yet another favour because we have done so many for him in the past. Even the agency think he's being a prick. I just laughed at him. He's clearly not in the best way because of his hap hazard approach to finances and terrible people skills.
This is a man who once changed his account details and forgot to tell us after our rent went out and whose lacklustre land lord duties caused me to fix all the problems myself.
The guy keeps having this sudden changes of heart and expects everyone to do his bidding because, well, he's pretty bloody incapable of getting things done himself. It annoys me that I did this guy so many favours, saved him money on repairs and he still wants more. I was never obliged to help him out but I did so to be a nice, trouble-free tenant.

If this guy takes a portion of our deposit it will be unfair as a few days ago it was all good because didn't give a shit about the property. Now we may have to cough op for 'a cleaner' because he's had a change of heart and now wants to be petty.
This is the most I've had to deal with the guy so at least, for the most part, our time at Apartment 40 was an enjoyable one. He's managed to turn a simple flat move into something resembling a break up. Next he'll want to split the DVD's and CD's.

Wikipedia #1

These are some of the articles that I have read today:

The Amityville Horror (And related off shoots)
EVP
That bar in America that's supposed to have a gateway to Hell in the basement
Black Books
Dylan Moran
Knees
Thirty
Amy Winehouse

I'm never moving again.

The stress and strain of the this move was intense. We thought it would be so easy, moving from one flat to another one just down the way, but it was like something out a bad eighties comedy (Bad eighties comedy pretty much sums up my life actually)

Still, we're in and everything has settled. The place is looking nice too which is a bonus. The last thing we needed was to move into a Money Pit. (See?)

And breathe..

Normal service...resuming.

Don't have the net at home so posts may be spaced out a bit. I'm still keen on my blog.

RESOLUTIONS

2008, it has to be said, had a wild send off. Katrina's party was greatness and I'm really glad we went there to see off the old year and greet the new one. I have high hopes for 2009. It's the first time in my life where I wouldn't mind if it stayed the same as things are just fine as they are. Bonus stuff would be glorious icing.
Of course, there are resolutions to be made and ones that I really want to keep. These are they:

- Completely cut down drinking. I don't drink a lot as it is. I only usually drink when we go to a club and everyone in the group is doing it. I can and have been sober for those nights and had a better time for it. Sometimes, however, nervous anxiety and a need to fit in overpowers my will to stay sober. I don't really need to drink so it's not much of a benefit. The odd few in 2009 would be cool but only for special occasions etc.

- Get fit. I would like to trim down a bit and do more things that require less sitting down and more running around. This also calls for a new job because all I do is sit down for long periods of time.

- Make more films and concentrate on the creative. 2008 was my best year for being able to write and actually work on things. I would like to do more of this and it's looking like it will be a good year for that.

- Blog more. I hardly blogged in 2008 and, because of that, I can't remember a lot of what happened. I will post and check in on blogger friends more often. It will help to make work more interesting if nothing else.

I want to go more more festivals, go abroad and see more bands in 2009. I also want to visit some people I haven't seen in ages. I'm sure I'll add more resolutions and 'to do' stuff as the days wear on. Tomorrow, we move into a new apartment so already changes are happening. Change actually does scare me like it used to. Play Doh still does.